Rebeka – 22. chapter
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They never returned to the subject. In fact, they avoided all conversations and spent most of their time having sex. Erik deliberately alternated the ways he fucked Rebeka. A few times, he took her without any preparation at all, just pushing her against the nearest piece of furniture. And whenever he restricted her movement or pulled her hair, she came very quickly. He figured out that what looked like the tail end of her orgasm was actually the beginning of the next one. She was capable of reaching as many climaxes as she wanted and could handle. He enjoyed her especially on Sunday morning, when he woke her gently with breakfast in bed. For that, he was rewarded with one of the most genuine smiles she had ever given him. Only to shove her face into the pillow right after she ate and take her hard, unprepared, almost dry. She screamed, and he lost count of her orgasms.
It didn’t surprise him to discover that Rebeka had a stronger sexual appetite than he did, and stealing her vibrators from the nightstand turned out to be a good idea. He enjoyed watching her blush when he made her show him how she used one of them on herself. At other times, he touched her endlessly, denying her an orgasm altogether or giving her only a small one by teasing her clit. He always hoped she would break and ask for rough handling or even restraints. It never happened. She would rather let herself be tormented and slowly teased for hours than admit out loud what she liked. It infuriated him, but he wasn’t able to force honesty out of her.
When she tossed her bag onto the back seat of the car on Monday evening and got in, he couldn’t shake the feeling of defeat. The entire drive, they stayed silent. Lost in their own thoughts, not knowing what to say.
When Rebeka stepped out on her street, she still had no better idea than a simple goodbye.
“Rebeka,” he stopped her.
She lifted a condescending look at him.
“How long have you been rehearsing what you’re about to say?” she attacked coldly.
It didn’t surprise him. Calmly and honestly, he answered,
“All weekend. This is my last chance.”
She took a deep breath and lifted her chin.
“Then go on.”
“This weekend was just a scenic drive for you. A small taste of what I can do to you. That I pay attention to you. That I know how to take care of you and want to. And that I can just as easily grab you by the hair and fuck you senseless.” The words stirred butterflies in Rebeka’s stomach.
“I fell in love with a woman, not a masturbation aid. You’re not an object for use. I like your laugh, and your opinions impress me. I deeply respect and admire the professional you are and the person you are. But that doesn’t stop me from fucking you like a slut.”
That sentence made her panties damp.
“And the next time you finish another project,” he continued, “and it crosses your mind to go to some bar looking for random sex just so a guy can be cold and careless with you…” Reluctantly, she looked up at him. “You’ll think of me. I’ll be very happy to rape you regularly. But remember this. You’ll only get that from me if you humbly admit that you’re a horny little slut and need to be fucked properly.”
Arousal clenched her stomach. Shame burned even hotter, and she looked away. She managed to look at him again only after a few deep breaths. With desire and embarrassment tightening her throat at the same time, she only nodded and walked away.
